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Adrift; in motion I perceive
The magic that she wears In subtle modesty. Her comings and goings bear symphonic intensity. I hold her personality in ways not defined So similar to mine; A rapture to behold. Unknown to all we share a world unmentioned – never told. This transitory bliss is known Through her eyes and my own In ultimate regard to us Indeed we share the soul That binds and bounds Beyond the thought that I should be alone. Written Summer 2000 By Kinetic Source
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